I remember in high school my biology teacher got fed up with me because I insisted on calling Charles Darwin and his contemporaries, “Chuck D and the Beagle-y Boys.” God, I was annoying. But funny. But still annoying.

(It was strange that my high school even taught an evolution unit considering at least half the teachers and 80% of the student body didn’t believe in it. A state requirement, though, at the time.)

I couldn’t be happier with my new 5K iMac. It’s faster, quieter, more capable and just overall better than the late 2014 model.

But the new MacBooks sound like utter pieces of garbage.

First, no escape key and a useless touch bar. Then, like the iPhone, dongle hell. Now, a keyboard that a single piece of dust can destroy.

My next laptop will definitely not be made by Apple, unfortunately. I need more than one or two goddamn ports, and I definitely do not need a keyboard that a single piece of dust can destroy.

Have you noticed that we live on a pretty dusty planet?

I love it that every time someone has told me I shouldn’t invest in Amazon, I’ve made over 400% on that stock.

God I love other people’s advice. So good. If I do the exactly opposite.

To quote Dev09, “If I followed your advice, I’d be where you’re at.”

Do not impeach Trump. Just don’t do it. If you hate women, I guess, go ahead.

Do you not understand, impeachment virtue signalers, that if you impeach Trump, Pence is in like mortal sin? He’s a Christian nut bar and he despises women in ways Trump doesn’t even dream about.

Impeaching Trump is a terrible idea. Just don’t.

I can’t bring myself to give a single crap about Catalonia’s independence movement. Admittedly, I know very little about it and wish I knew less than I do.

To me, it seems a modern expression of neoliberal-infused identity politics and consumer “choice” as an expression of those politics.

I could be wrong, but I also don’t care.

What the hell is the deal with Harvey Weinstein wanting to shower in front of women? Is that some fetish I just wasn’t aware of?

That man is a damn creep circus. He makes regular creeps look like Ned Flanders. He’s so creepy that when Radiohead’s first big hit comes on the radio the DJ just calls it “Harvey.” If Jeffrey Dahmer were still alive, about Weinstein he’d be like, “Home slice is all kinds of fucked up.” Harvey Weinstein is like the exaggerated example of creepiness you bring up in front of the campfire to scare kids.

But he’s real. And he likes to shower in front of unwilling women for unknown reasons.

What working out can do for you:

oh my god. oh my god https://t.co/BnLbFRe2tR pic.twitter.com/5fAEEma3UY

— Casey Johnston (@caseyjohnston) October 16, 2017

Alicia Vikander’s traps are unbelievable, as Casey Johnston noticed. She looks like a sculpture.

Here’s the same actress’s traps in Ex Machina (they basically don’t exist in any noticeable form):

Good fucking job, AV. I know exactly how much work that takes. And Caleb probably wouldn’t like you anymore, looking all swole like that. So, win!

Another reason not to upgrade Firefox, as if you needed one. It’s now installing spyware garbage processes on your PC.

FUCK THAT.

It’s disappointing how hobbled Firefox 57 is. Anything I want or need to do is basically just impossible. Tasks that used to take me less than a second now take 30-45 seconds. Sometimes up to 10 minutes in extreme cases.

It’s a browser for morons, by morons.

A former friend of mine argued that you didn’t actually understand something until you could work it out mathematically.

Then he’d get angry that I could accurately reason about what would happen in complicated relativity problems intuitively, without doing any math, and that he couldn’t do this.

Sorry, buddy, you know the equation. But I know what the equation means.

How do so many people stand to browse sites on their smartphones?

Phones — even the very best ones — are so weak and terrible compared to any decent computer.

I’m constantly shocked by the willingness of people to subject themselves to just horrible experiences for the sake of artificial convenience.

There Never Was a Real Tulip Fever.

Beware of this. While the extent of Tulipmania has almost certainly been exaggerated, this bit of historical revisionism is an effort by the economics profession to advance the dogma that there is no such thing as a bubble; that whatever the price the market decides for an item is the correct price and that the price is rational.

There is actually very little economic data from that time, and any accounts are pretty speculative — so whoever writes definitively about this topic is probably at least 50% wrong.

Knowing when you are being subjected to propaganda is difficult. That piece, though, is both the result and the spearpoint of some pretty effective propaganda. It is weaponized intellectualism and “expertise” at work.

Ok these pants are kind of epic.

But things were even worse before Photoshop. That woman isn’t even there! That’s some sort of cardboard cutout, which is very apropos to the whole spirit of the ad and the text below “her.”

I still want a pair of those pants, though.

Holy tater tots, I have too many windows open on too many different machines.

I try to like St. Vincent’s (Annie Clark’s) music. It seems like something I should like. But it just leaves me cold.

I do like one song of hers — the one song most unlike her other songs.

Odd when that happens. You think something should be right up your alley but it just isn’t.